dispatches

The only bad thing is the sulfuric water. There is a sound installation in the woods so that when you walk there at night everything is defamiliarized, frightening and also thrilling. The phrase "thrilled and chilled and existentially satisfied." We've written our messages on the slate gravestone. All the baby animals are out; the goslings stick close to their mother. I'm armed with pancake recipes. We are encircled by stud farms. I've met a German publisher who only prints books that have some connection to the ocean. The story is coming. I'm not ready to leave.